SaudiRACKS by ERIC NORTH Lyrics
[Verse 1: Eric North]
Arabia
Taliban Arabia
Taliban Arabia
Taliban Clvn
Taliban saudiBANDS
TaliBAND Coming for Your money
Man saudiBANDS
TaliBAND Coming for Your money man
Saudi CLVN
Saudi ah CLVN Saudi CLVN Saudi ah CLVN
Coming for your fucking bitch
Coming for your mother fucking racks I
Mma come for you little ass niggas
Imma coming for your back
Keep plays with my money nigga like a cam girl get smacked
I want the fucking money
Want the fucking motherfucking bread
Cheddar cheese I want racks!!!
I want racks in my pocket
I want racks ay yah I want racks in my pocket
I want racks ay yah
[Verse 2: $hy]
I been walking through the desert in a vetements sweater
Dirt on my nikes but they still look better
Yo chick play my music and you might as well let her
Got your vlone on man I’m running with your letter
Saudi bands weird clvn taliban I’m the man aye
Dream side shit military wit a plan aye
Me and chris vayle finna fly out to japan wait
First I’m in the desert baby you can’t see my damn face
Yo chick hit me up
Said she wasn’t fucking wit you
Big fat round butt
I knew what i wanted to do
I know we’re friends
But shit she got me in the mood
Then she left me alone
Now I’m coming for you both
Come to your fucking house wit some sean kelly and a ski mask
We was all good then but now i wanna leave you with your throat slashed
Life draining from your eyes no this ain’t a song it’s a bloodbath
Thats what happen when it go bad
Can’t believe i just wrote that
Arabia
Taliban Arabia
Taliban Arabia
Taliban Clvn
Taliban saudiBANDS
TaliBAND Coming for Your money
Man saudiBANDS
TaliBAND Coming for Your money man
Saudi CLVN
Saudi ah CLVN Saudi CLVN Saudi ah CLVN
Coming for your fucking bitch
Coming for your mother fucking racks I
Mma come for you little ass niggas
Imma coming for your back
Keep plays with my money nigga like a cam girl get smacked
I want the fucking money
Want the fucking motherfucking bread
Cheddar cheese I want racks!!!
I want racks in my pocket
I want racks ay yah I want racks in my pocket
I want racks ay yah
[Verse 2: $hy]
I been walking through the desert in a vetements sweater
Dirt on my nikes but they still look better
Yo chick play my music and you might as well let her
Got your vlone on man I’m running with your letter
Saudi bands weird clvn taliban I’m the man aye
Dream side shit military wit a plan aye
Me and chris vayle finna fly out to japan wait
First I’m in the desert baby you can’t see my damn face
Yo chick hit me up
Said she wasn’t fucking wit you
Big fat round butt
I knew what i wanted to do
I know we’re friends
But shit she got me in the mood
Then she left me alone
Now I’m coming for you both
Come to your fucking house wit some sean kelly and a ski mask
We was all good then but now i wanna leave you with your throat slashed
Life draining from your eyes no this ain’t a song it’s a bloodbath
Thats what happen when it go bad
Can’t believe i just wrote that